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This contemplation revolves mostly around the fact that the deadline is approaching and I had better get started. I pick a start date on the calender. The start date comes...and goes. I try in vain to think of a topic. I read essays and books and listen to NPR more religiously in order to stimulate my brain. These activities usually serve to immobilize me in the knowledge that other people are far more talented than I am and convince me that I will never think of something to write about and Stiles really will fire me this time. After this passes I then spend some time cursing myself for all the times that I have written entire essays in my head while driving, and then neglected to put them on paper once I reached my destination. (The good news, I suppose, is that I don't attempt to record my thoughts when I am behind the wheel of a moving automobile.) 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Any new synaptic firings are paralyzed because the inadvertent thought that Christmas is around the corner crossed my mind. You I am writing it in the first of September. ; after brazenly in the evening, twitching their tails under my cats’ very noses. I recently discovered that the cheeky little buggers have been storing their winter food supplies in my Hopi wedding vase. It's a great storage place and I am a forgiving person, but that is the final insult. I will not go quietly to hanta virus heaven and so the trapping begins. This task takes the starch out of me too. The Creative Process Thave made the following observation...whenever it is time for me to sit down and be creative I am possessed with an urge to do just about anything else. Telephone true “write what you know about”. Last summer they addicted me to Daria, but after they left I could never figure out when it was broadcast. This summer it is the Powerpuff Girls. I felt as though I could actually contribute something to the conversation when | told them that the creator's original title for these mighty mites was the Whoopass Girls, but it couldn't be sold on prime time. I sure could use a little dose of whoopass myself right now. Back to my point. The aftermath of the kids' departure is a curious mixture of quiet and emptiness. There are small reminders of their presence...like peach pits hidden in the couch cushions. I find it takes some time to find the equilibrium I exist in for the other part of the year, which doesn't aid my creative juices much. At this time of year I must also steel my soul to war once more with mice for control of my house. I know we are supposed to live in harmony with all God's creatures, but these fuzzy rodents get more arrogant each fall, ensconcing themselves By Anne Wilson long-lost friends, exercise strenuously, bake cookies. Other than that, these kids are pretty self-reliant. 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